A Medley.

Waikato Times, Volume IX, Issue 522, 23 September 1875, Page 2

A Medley.

[Dedicated with profon id respuot to all the partie* in tho celebrated Pig O*<e, heard at th« R M. Court, Hamilton, on September 2Ut, 1875.-Br Boztirz] Ait.—" Fine old Irish Gentlemen." I'll ling you a daotot song, That wm made to fill up spaos, Of a great Pig Speculation That resulted in a oase, That oame before the K. Ji. Cburt And lasted until late, With lawyers fees and witnesses, At a most expensive rat 9, Like a great Pig speculation, One of the modern time. Air —" Tae of a Pig." Boon said to hinueif, " 'twould be a good spao, To buy up some pigs, and taka Vuj to town, I'm bound to make tnonor, and little I'll reck, If I oau got a s earner to carry 'em d urn." Perry do*n, down, &o Am.—" Beoause 'tis the Paper*." Oh, what a blessing 'tit that we, what'er our rank and station Can by t>ie local paper see the news of all the narion And every coming day we read enough to cur« the rapture, And all wt r^aJ we know it's true, because 'til in the papers. Aib.—"T»e Soldier's Tear." Upon the Times he gusad To In Ice a tinal lojk. At tin Üble of the sailing days Waikato steamers took j He «*id " T4ey advertise To go down tn a week, I'll try and in.ike a i» 10 Uy rise, The pigs I'll go and sock." AlB —" Little Footsteps " Little piggies, fat and squealing, Grunting by our cotuge door, How I lo?e to be a dealing, Ad I was in days ot yore*. Little tlii.l4B Wtfil ofxeu baaik us, And tho strainers trivet ah*, How I wish [ had ttie-te porkers, In the m»riiet tb^re bokiW. CflOßUi, —Little piggies, fat and gentle, Grunting by a cottig door, How I love t> tie^r ttieir mas c, As I heard iv d*ya of jore. Air, —*' \V*it for the W\«gon." Will yuu ooujn with me my piggies denr< To yonder Afi3ilaui town, Where the streeta don't nmeli the sweetest, Come piggies, ltd q * d jvtq, We're off to-morrow morning When I'll be by your 6ile, We'll jumo into the steumer And all take a ride. Wnit for thesteaner, Wait for the steam er, Watt tor the steamer And all take a ride. AlE, —Ten minutes too late." I should sing fora month if I told in a song, The misfortunes I have to endure, From thi-« habit, that's haunted me all my life long And will hannt me to death, I am sure. My unfortunate pig* are approaching their end, They lie in a cru ir-al state, No matter whit telegrams C cHum may send, Ihe Biu'nose is coming too late, Aia, —"She'll come a^tin to morrow." Hope told him gently, not to swear, And suid it wasa sin, He led him gently from the place, The pigs were yarded in. 'Twas a>l in Tain, he heeded not Th^ir pittying looks of sorrow, Ba>'s he "my pigs '11 go to- pot, I'll summon 'em tj-morrow." Aia~" Death of Nelson,"

Recitative. O'er his poor pigs with si ent grief oppressed, Boon looked and mourned, with sorrow in his breast, For those fine piggies now are looking thin, And ho has lost the chance of iniiing tin. Air, 'Twas to tbe Court that day, They came in grand array, To try the gr**at pijj c.i»e, The Jaw^cis muster'd s rong They t nked uud argued loog And ut in awful pace. And Lvngbridge there w*s looking grate, And Moatrorie evidence, he g&vd, He isn't quite a beauty. And Silver, tbuj to amg be^ao, *' flngUnd expects that ererj man Tins day will do bis duty." All —"Silr«r moonlight winds are blowing," tiilfer m the baz is go.n^ Smiling in bisu*uil style Joy and Vtadden there are blowing O'Neill's face i* fail of guile. Hay and Wuit&ker contending b\>r dome fwt» they can't g^t o ut, Wuiie poor Boon sits unoffending Wondering what it's all about, 'SiiTfir in the box is glowing Softly with a gentle smile, While the lawyers there are blowing In an awful gushing style, Aib. —' Wnaß are the wild wares saying." What are ihe lawyers saying Talking the whole day long; The law down the? are laying Quoting authorities long. Not in the da,\ light only, The argument they maintain But atevojwith three caudles .on elf They commence at tbe case again. Aib— " Wouldn't you like to know." I know a long advertisement Th*t i. the Times I'll show, But where the man (scripr it went, Wouldn't you like to know. Aib.— •" Put me iv my H'tle be-i." (As »vug by the p'aintiff at the coucl usiou of the case.) Oh, hang it I'm nmsuited, eh ? I can- 110 in >re to hear 'em sing They've argued out this ease * II day, The law'a a curious sot of thing. I'm tiroii vow an.l sleepy too, I wish those pigs Id never fed, I want no more a^ain to e>ue t So put me in my lit le bed.